ROW 80 Update - Putting Those Fears to Rest

After a week of talking about fears, the silly type like in the blogs for Sunday and Monday, and the Godly type as in my Tuesday blog, I thought it was time to do some wrap up. Dealing with fears of all types is just

X is for

X-IT 

I know I'm cheating a little, but this post is a continuation of my last two posts about fears. Sometimes they are unreasonable - like heights or elevators or closed in places. Mind you, the fears are real; there's just no reason behind them.

Yesterday and the day before, I talked about some things that scared me through my childhood. They were ridiculous, goofy things that shouldn't have scared anyone, but they terrified me. And might I just add that the terror still visits every now and then when I'm at my most vulnerable? I don't stare up at the ceiling anymore, but I still hate windows at night! Yikes! (And yes, as I wrote yesterday's post in the

Where the Imagination Can Go

Two of the scariest memories I've had stem from two movies that I saw when I was a child and both of them have to do with the bathroom. No, I'm not kidding.

The first was the 1950's sci-fi B-movie, The Blob. Considered a mild classic in this day and age, the intensity of the scenes for a youngster gave me nightmares for weeks, maybe months. Well into my teens it burdened me with an unreasonable fear.

First let me tell you that I didn't see the movie until it came out on TV. I think I was about four and my

I'll Get You, My Pretty!

Couldn't resist this pic when I saw it posted on Facebook. This gal created the very essence of fear to me as I grew up.

Remember when Dorothy watched out the window, after the glass had hit her in the head? She saw the mean old woman first riding her bicycle and then turn into this gal riding a broomstick. I